The Unwanted Mate

Keith St Claire sat at his desk in his wing of the St Claire royal palace. He glanced at the Rolex on his risk and shook his head. His cousin couldn't be on time if his life depended on it. He finished the last scripting of his letter for the Alpha of the Black Mountains pack, he was asking for his niece's hand in marriage officially, he had seen the girl a year ago at her mating ceremony, but her mate, a neighboring pack member rejected her due to a family feuding history between the packs. He said he had purposely agreed to this mating ceremony to only openly reject the girl and humiliated her and her pack in front of the royal family; the girl had been broken, but it didn't do a thing to her beautiful face and model perfect body. He had spoken with the Alpha soon after this and had proposed the solution of marriage to the girl. Bethany. Her name was Bethany. Keith sighed thinking of the girl finally being his. The Alpha had agreed, but asked the Prince to give his niece a year's time to accept her rejection. He had agreed, but the girl had been elated to be linked to a prince. Unlike werewolves, who were destined to always find a mate, Lycans didn't share that same destiny. Some found a mate others didn't. At 180 years old Keith was at peace that he'll never mate and soon his father would be taking his retirement as the reigning king, so it seem fated that he take a wife to be the future queen and Bethany was from a prominent werewolf family and she was beautiful. At that thought, his office door busted opened and Terry St Claire strolled in as if he was on time. "Cousin." Terry smiled a wolfish grin his blonde hair raked through from the wind and his band boy good looks gave him a teenager boy's appearance when he was almost 100 years old. "You're late Terry." Keith sealed the letter and and held it out to his cousin, who took it rolling his eyes. "Yeah, couldn't resist the ride through the mountains on my Harley, I'll never understand how you and Brandrick stay locked up inside these walls." Keith ignored his cousin's comment and proceed to give him instructions on getting Bethany to the palace. "Alpha Robert knows you are coming in my steed since I am due at the international meeting by noon tomorrow, I gave him my deepest apologies for not being able to fetch the girl myself." "War still looming between packs in Europe?" Terry asked, Keith nodded his head with a blank expression on his face. Terry frowned, "She's is going to be your wife St. Claire, at least call her by her name." "Mind your business Terry and fetch Bethany like a good cousin. Mother and Annabelle are overwhelmed with planning a palace wedding and I feel the gir- Bethany should have a say in her own wedding." Keith stood, his 6'3 athletic build was dressed in khaki slacks and a white pole and nice pair of white boat shoes covered his feet. He glanced over at Terry who was clad from head to toe in black and leather. The rebel of the family. "Please get her back in one piece, in fact take my Audii." Terry shook his head and headed for the door. "Whatever cousin, she'll be here waiting for you. I'm not to fun of being around girls in love and anxious about marriage. You can have that, just give me the open rode and my Harley." "God speed Terry." "Safe travels cousin" At the closing of the door, Keith's cell phone beep, pulling it from his pocket he glanced at the screen "Damn." The text message read: all royal military is needed, war is brewing amongst the European clans. Due to the tolling unexplained human deaths in the territory. Calling his trusted friend and personal omega Roland, Keith disclosed the information and informed him to pack more clothes then he had previous packed and had him call and have his private plane prepared. Sighing he thought of the sexy blonde headed blue eyed Bethany waiting for him in his bed..."it might be a little longer then expected for our union little wolf, but at least I know you'll be in my bed warming my sheets awaiting my return." And with that thought he closed his office door and prepared his mind for talks of war.